Car trips are so much more fun these days with Evan. He used to hate the car and would cry from start to finish until he was about 18 months or so. Now he chats our ears off. Here is a conversation we had the other day:
Evan: Tractors are mean (referring to a lawn mower).
Me: Sure Buddy (sometimes I admit, I am half listening, so I started to blow off what he was saying. But then a minute or so later I actually heard what he said and thought to myself...he probably will give me a crazy and unreasonable answer, but let's just see what he says...)
Me: What do you mean, Evan? Why are tractors mean?
Evan: Because they hurt the grass. They cut the grass. Grass has boo boos.
Me: Hmmm, you have a point there Evan.
Life just gets more interesting by the minute. Loving my little guy to pieces.
1 comment:
soooo cute!
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